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by megz Sep 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I stare into the mirror But myself I do not see It seems as though a stranger Is staring back at me Some one else appears As my reflection fades away It looks as though this stranger?s heart Has been lead astray I see the scars left on her wrists, Her legs and up her arms I see the glisten from the blade That lies inside her palm I see her make incisions One, two, three and four I see the blood run down her arm And drip onto the floor She takes the blade down further And she cuts herself again Her heart is slowly beating As she takes away the pain This girl she makes me cry She could really use a friend Someone she can trust And say it's not the end Stubborn she refuses to listen Because she's been hurt too many times Not a soul she can trust As she?s hoping to die I feel like I have known this girl Forever, all my life It feels like I'm familiar With her usage of the knife I start to open my eyes And now that I can see The girl was not a stranger This girl inside the mirror, it was me
by Suri dawn
Omygosh...this made me cry.Great poem!